What Has Always Been (revamped)
by Grill Yuou Fine
Summary: Ludwig begins to notice that there's something off about himself. With the (unwanted) help of Francis, will he really figure it out? GerIta Meddling Francis (re-written version of 2011's "What Has Always Been") *bad summary I'm sorry* leave a review, if you want :)


**A/N: Guess who's BAAACK! **

**It's me. I didn't even give you a chance to guess, sorry. **

**Well, here I am! Four years later, and I'm re-writing this entire story. The original version is just a grammar nightmare, and I'm surprised anyone read it at all xD**

**The story is essentially going to be the same. I might change things around, I'm not sure yet. And I'll try to update regularly. "Try" being the keyword, seeing that I've never been good with updateing stories in the past;;**

**AND JUST SO YOU KNOW I'm still not a "writer". This is merely a hobby of mine, so I know that this isn't anywhere near perfect. I'm a cartoonist, not an author.**

**Alright, I'll stop rambling now and just let you guys read this.**

**edit: i'm crying bc i wrote yaoi instead of yao in like two different places like i'm not even that type of fan anymore i don't say yaoi what is wRONG with me**

**_Chapter One: The Gathering_**

On an average July day, the sun was high and the sky was awake. The day seemed absolutely perfect- one that had absolutely no chance of taking a turn for the worse. It was a day when the Axis Powers had decided to take a chance and invite some "friends" over. "Friends" being a term used lightly, seeing as the "pals" in question were actually the Allied Powers. Now, although these men weren't what an average person would identify as "typical buddies", the wars were now over and it was time to mend old wounds and rekindle old relationships. On a more personal basis, to be sure.

Of course, the whole get-together was Feliciano's idea- being the most optimistic and painfully innocent person in the _world_, he was the only one who could find a way to force his otherwise anti-social companions to mingle.

And, of course, there were bound to be.. "complications" regarding the whole set up.

oOo

"Ludwig!" Feliciano shouted excitedly as he ran through his friend's kitchen. His footing slipped a few times, while he continued to _loudly _call for his friend- finally clapping a shockingly firm hand on Ludwig's shoulder.

"Ludwig!" he started again, brown eyes gleaming in wonder, a little breathless, "is there a specific dress code for our event? I asked Francis for his opinion, but.. eh." he shrugged, grinning up at his blond friend. "He didn't give me an answer."

Ludwig, currently sitting at his kitchen table, set down his newspaper and sighed in annoyance and cast the shorter man a half-hearted glower. "No, Feli. Just dress the way you usually do and that should be fine."

The grip that Feliciano held on his shoulder tightened fractionally in acknowledgment, and he leaned over to catch a short glance at Ludwig before speaking again. "Yes, sir!" he said, grinning, and sauntered off into the other room.

Having heard the commotion end, the smallest of Ludwig's two friends, Kiku, made himself known and peered into the kitchen in curiosity. "Ludwig, I have taken it upon myself to made dinner preparations." he said in a timid voice. Noticing the nod that Ludwig gave him, he continued, entering the kitchen completely. "Do you have any requests regarding the matter?"

Ludwig took a moment to think over the question, before shrugging. "It's fine, Kiku. As long as there's food that suits everyone's tastes, I'm sure it'll be alright." he paused, reconsidering. "Actually, just make sure that there's pasta salad or something of the like."

Kiku gave his friend a small, reserved smile. "Hai." And a small bow followed.

Ludwig grunted softly, and Kiku took that as his signal to leave. Ludwig rubbed the heel of his hand into his eye, sighing softly at the contact. His head hurt, and his eyes were sore.

Sleep deprived.

He had been up late the previous night, due to Feliciano sneaking his way into Ludwig's room to sleep with him (not uncommon, but bothersome nonetheless). Instead of looking for sleep, however, Feliciano was more interested in hearing stories about small furry animals and food. Honestly, Ludwig seriously wondered how the representative of one of the most historically powerful empires in the world could act so childish.

Not only that, but up until recently, Ludwig could deal with Feliciano's nonsense. However, now Ludwig had to hide his growing discomfort with Feliciano's close proximity most of the time. All he really wanted to do was sleep.

However, it was almost time for some of the guests to arrive for coffee and tea, so Ludwig just pushed all thoughts of sleep into the back of his mind and stood.

Just like that, the door bell rang, and Ludwig knew with finality and his precious silence was going to end. He could hear the patter of Feliciano's shoes against the wood flooring- and the door was flung open.

Ludwig could practically _hear _the smile in Feliciano's voice as he greeted their first guest. "Welcome, friend! Come in, come in!"

A deeper voice laughed softly, and with a snort, it answered. "Hey dude, how's it hanging?"

Ah. So Alfred was the first to arrive. Ludwig glanced towards the door, a feeling mixed between dread and good humor settling in his stomach.

Feliciano's smile fell for a moment, confusion taking over his features. "What is hanging?"

Alfred just laughed in good humor, not paying mind to Feliciano's lack of knowlege regarding American slang.

"Man, this place looks dull" Alfred said, strutting into the house, glancing everywhere in open curiosity. "Luddy, my main man, why don't you have any pictures of hot celebs on your walls? And where in the name of _hell _is the gaming system?"

Feliciano cut in before Ludwig could answer. "Ludwig says that gaming systems are, and I quote, 'bad for my health'" It took Alfred and Ludwig by surprise at how well Feliciano could mimic the deep baritone of Ludwig's voice.

Alfred snorted.

"Duuuude, that's brutal." he laughed, shaking his head in mock disdain.

Ludwig rolled his eyes, and glanced over Alfred's shoulder, taking notice of the other people behind him. "Feliciano, why don't you greet the other guests while Alfred goes... wherever there isn't anything breakable."

"Okay!" was Feliciano's animated response, and he delved right in to the attention of his guests.

Not taking notice at the dig, Alfred grinned, headed towards the couch and slumped in it. "Alright, man." he paused, grinning as he saw Kiku enter the kitchen/living room from the hall. "Hey Kiku! What's up, bruh?"

Shocked at the sudden informalities sent in his direction, Kiku froze mid-step. "..I am currently gathering ingredients to prepare snacks."

Alfred laughed obnoxiously, confusing the small man beyond all rational reason. "Rad."

Seeing that _Feliciano's guests_ were beginnig to settle in, Ludwig decided to make his escape down into the halls. Behind him, the loud chatter of socialization had him twitching in anxiety- he knew, at some point, he would have to make his way back.

Ugh. Gross.

Making it to his bedroom door, Ludwig entered his quarters and gingerly closed the door behind him. He sighed deeply, and plopped at his desk, head in hands. "What am I doing?" he asked himself, wondering in the back of his mind why in the _hell _he was talking to himself.

He's losing his sanity, he's sure of it.

"I've never been one to socialize fully.. how the hell is anyone going to talk to me when I can't even answer the fucking door?" He glanced at his small television set he had at the end of his bed, taking note of his appearance. "Ludwig, you dumbass, you need to be able to talk to people _casually_ if you want to get anywhere in life."

He's actually surprised at how much he sounded like his brother when he said that.

Making his resolve, Ludwig absentmindedly opened the drawer next to his desk. There sat his old military journal, from the days where he helped lead the many wars Germany took place in. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I guess, it's time to 'update my status'... haven't written in here for a while now."

He reached into the drawer, and pulled out the worn leather bound journal.

Then, he began to write.

_-Sunday, July 12_

_It's another warm day in my home; although, today, it doesn't really _feel _ like home. If that makes any sense._

_The Allies are here to visit because we recently came to a mutual agreement that it was time for all of us to get to know each other better. "We" meaning Feliciano and everyone else. _

_And, of course, Feliciano is just _bound _to have a freak-out later on. _

_And I'll have to fix it._

_Again._

_It's sort of become a part of my daily routine, taking care of the idiot._

_It almost seems like I'm his mother at this point- he can't seem to do anything for himself. And Kiku is so quiet, I never really notice him around here._

_Although, I've come to enjoy doing what I do. I used to thing that Italy was nothing but an annoying nuisance. _

_And yes. He's annoying._

_But he's my closest and dearest friend._

_However, I don't really know what my placement is here, though-_

A loud cry broke his concentration.

"Wahhh! Francis, stop! Don't take my pasta away, you big jerk!" was Feliciano's shout from the other room.

"Feli, I swear it's for your own good!" was the obnoxious reply. "You'll lose your sexy body if you don't stop putting on the carbs" he laughed, taunting.

Ludwig could hear muffled laughter from other people, most of it sounding nervous.

Feliciano made a frustrated sound. "I'm going to get Ludwig!" he said desperately. It sounded like Francis said something in challenge, and Feliciano made another angry sort of sound.

Ludwig could just make out the sound of Feliciano's quick footsteps nearing his closed door.

The sound of a muttered "wanker" was heard just before his door slammed open, revealing a flustered Feliciano.

"Ludwig!" he cried, flailing his arms and charged towards his friend in an overly-clumsy manner. Ludwig was suddenly flustered, quickly closing his journal and hastily dumped it back into his took that moment to wrap his arms around Ludwig, and cried dramatically.

"F-Feliciano, are you alright?" he asked, fumbling over his words. "Oh God, please don't tell me it's worse than what I heard."

Feliciano squeezed his arms tighter around Ludwig, slouching a bit and sort of falling into his lap. Feliciano gave him a sheepish look. Tears still in his eyes, he answered. "It's just that, Francis took my food away from me and threw it in the trash when I was in the middle of eating it!" he said sadly.

"And then, Arthur called me a.. a _bad thing._"

So it was as bad as he thought it was.

Even though it wasn't really _too horrible _of a situation, Ludwig could see from the drying tears on Feliciano's face that it wasn't small to him.

He knew he had to do something.

The shorter man, even though he was beginning to calm, was still a pathetic sight and it made Ludwig extremely angry at Feliciano's brother.

It was like Feliciano was emotionally punched in the face.

He growled angrily, gently pushing Feliciano off of his lap. "Alright, take me to them-" and was cut off with another yell outside his room. Ludwig hopped out of his chair quickly, and ran out of his bedroom to leave Italy there.

Alone.

oOo

When Ludwig entered to living room, he was frozen in shock. Wang Yao, Alfred and Ivan were stock still on the other side of the living room, and in the center of it all sat Arthur and Francis, tied with ropes, and Kiku was finishing the bow.

Kiku took notice of Ludwig's sudden presence, and his shoulders slupmed in shame.

"I apologize, Ludwig, for the mess that I have made. But, I could not let these two stand here and bully Feliciano mercilessly." Kiku said, bowing slightly in sign for his remorse. "It is not in my nature to-" he was cut off by Ludwig's not-so-sudden temper flare.

"WHY THE HELL DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN _EVERY TIME _I HAVE COMPANY OVER?!" he shouted. "I understand that Feliciano is seen as an easy target, but that is in NO WAY an excuse for this behavior." It looks like Arthur is going to say something, but Ludwig cuts back in.

"I ALLOW YOU PEOPLE INTO MY HOME. And THIS is the thanks I get?" he asked, laughing darkly. "You've been here for no more than 20 miutes, and you try to _harass _Feliciano? This is his home too, and you treat your host this way? And you call yourselves _civilized countries." _he spat with venom. Francis and Arthur's eyes were wide, and decided to keep their mouths shut.

"This was supposed to be a friendly meeting, and I don't want there to be _any more _of these occurrences." Ludwig said cooly. "Understand?"

"..Yes.. Ludwig." Arthur and Francis say, out of synch but pretty damn close. Following their compliance was an awkward tension that was almost _tangible_.

"Although, I didn't do anything wrong..." Arthur muttered to himself.

Ludwig decided to ignore him and focused his attention on Kiku. "You can untie these two. I'm going to clean up." He said in exhaustion. Kiku nodded, getting to work. "As I said, this is my home, and I want you _all _to treat it with respect. You may help yourselves to food and drinks."

And he started to clean. Kiku finished unravelling the two men, and they brushed themselves off, noses in the air. Ludwig looked around the room for anything else to clean. A vase was broken on the floor, and two other chairs were knocked over. As he peered up, making his way over to the broken glass, Ludwig noticed Italy peeking over the side of the wall.

Ludwig sighed softly, giving Feliciano a small smile. "You can come back in now, Feli. Everything is alright now." he said, picking up the glass and dropping it into the garbage tin. Feliciano gave him a small nod, and made his way back into the room.

Feliciano made his way over to his brother. When Francis looked like he wasn't going to budge or say anything, Ludwig shot him a poisonous glare, in a way to _coax _an apology out of the man. Francis flinched, blanching.

He decided to go with the dramatic display of remorse. "Oh, _Feliciano~_ I'm so _sorry _about what I have done! What kind of older brother am I?" he asked in disdain. "To think, I would sink to this _Englishman's _level." there was a scoff from Arthur, but Francis continued. "Can you ever forgive me?"

Arthur spluttered. "Hey! Why the hell are you saying "Englishman" like it's a _bad _thing, arsehole?!" Francis ignored him altogether and gave his younger brother a charming smile, touching a gentle hand to Feliciano's shoulder.

"Please?"

Feliciano looked suspicious at first, but the well deserved suspicion quickly melted away. "Of _course_ I forgive you, Francis!" he said happily. The two brothers laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

And laughed.

The other side of the room is where Ludwig stood. Looking at the two brothers made his chest tighten. He felt angry, relieved, and just plain _tired_. The situation had been dealt with, even though Arthur refused to apologize.

What _was _this feeling, anyway? Ludwig touched his chest lightly his with hand, and Kiku glanced over at him.

"Ludwig", he said softly, making his way over to his friend. "Are you alright? Would you like to to take your temperature? You do not look to well."

Ludwig shook his head. "No. No, it's alright, Kiku, thank you." he said with a half hearted smile. He glanced around the room, and he could feel the atmosphere lightening up again. He could see Ivan speaking softly with Wang- the latter of the two seeming to have trouble keeping up with the former's icy stare.

To be honest, it was sort of funny. Ludwig say Alfred and Arthur bikcering about something stupid (obviously) and he could see Francis and Feliciano talking about.. something good, he supposed.

He felt light inside.

_I like these day, when things are resolved as quickly as they come... I guess _that's _my role here._

He was broken out of his thoughts when Feliciano addressed him.

"Ludwig" he said, grinning, "you can come over here if you want! You don't have to stand there alone!"

Ludwig looked down at himself. He hadn't actually realized he'd been standing still for so long.

That's sort of awkward.

Ludwig laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he made his way to sit next to his friend. "Uhm, what are we talking about here?"

"KITTENS!" Feliciano said enthusiastically, hopping in his seat. Ludwig grimaced at the noise.

_Of course..._ he thought with a fond smile. "Alright. And how exactly did that topic come up?"

Francis took this as his opportunity to speak.

"Well," he started, "we were talking about how luxuriously _soft _your couch is. It has the likeness of a kittens fur. Soft, like the glance of an exceptionally beautiful woman- how their eyes glow like the ruminant moon. How their-"

"I get it." Ludwig deadpanned, silencing him. "You like cats. But, isn't there something more.. _interesting _to talk about?"

That gained Feliciano's attention. "Like what, Ludwig?" he asked, eyes full of open curiosity.

Well, shit. Now Ludwig was in the spot light and he didn't like it.

"Uh-"

"Come on, Ludwig! You must have _something _cool to talk about, right?" Feliciano interrupted. The spot light currently sitting on Ludwig was now burning his skin.

He felt extremely pressured to say something.

Ludwig began to fumble over himself. "Uh..er.."

_COME ON, LUDWIG. BE A MAN!_

_"_...The...water...is-"

Feliciano laughed suddenly. "The water?" he asked, tilting his head, eyes smiling. "What about water? Do you want me to make pasta?" before Ludwig could even think about responding, Feliciano hopped up in excitement. "Yay! You hear that, Francis? Ludwig said I can make _pasta! _In his _kitchen_!"

He then bound off into the kitchen portion of the room, and was out of hearing range.

Francis gave him an odd, almost _knowing _look.

"_What?_" Ludwig asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

Francis shook his head, smiling. "I was just wondering.. what's been going on in your head lately?"

Ludwig was shocked for a moment. "...What?"

Francis decided to elaborate. "Well, usually when you have one of your.. eh.. 'fits'.. you stay angry for a while. But, lately, you seem to be letting go a lot."

Ludwig jumped at the observation. "What do you mean?"

Francis grinned. "Well, aside from today, you really haven't said anything _negative _about _anything_." he said, as if it were simple enough. His green took a suggestive turn. "Is it a _girl?_"

Ludwig gave him a confused look. "No... no, there is no girl involved."

"Is is a guy?"

Ludwig could feel the blood rushing to his face as he desperately tried to answer. "GOD NO!"

He wasn't really sure why he was feeling so defensive.

Francis shrugged. "Sorry I asked. I was just curious."

Ludwig stayed silent for a moment, before he asked "Why?"

Francis now gave him a genuine _smile_. "Because you're my friend. An it's these strange little behavioral quirks that make me curious."

Ludwig continued to sit there, quietly. He hadn't really thought that he'd been acting weird. "I've been acting differently?" he asked, quirking a brow. "That's total bullshit."

Francis shook his head, at a loss. "Whatever you say."

After about fifteen minutes of relative silence between Ludwig and Francis, the former felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Ludwig," Feliciano said happily, "the pasta is finished!"

He took his time answering. "Uh.. okay." he nodded, speaking more confidently his time. "Thank you, Feliciano.

Upon hearing the news of the finished food, Alfred spoke up from the far end of the room. "Okay, dudes. Let's get some food before we all die. HAHAHA!"

There were murmurs of agreement from around the room, and Feliciano happily set himself into action.

He brought out eight ceramic plates, and silverware. "Help yourself, everyone~!"

oOo

The hours passed smoothly in Ludwig's home. Night had fallen over the Powers, and the moon was shining beautifully through the window. There weren't any lights on, just a few in-scents that Ludwig had lying around his house.

Looking around the room, he could see that his friends were actually enjoying themselves- and it was all thanks to Feliciano's wonderful idea to have company over.

It was due to Feliciano's naturally high spirits and stamnia that everyone acted so freely around one another.

Ludwig smiled to himself, opening his third can of beer and sipped.

"Dude, here's no fucking way that that's true!" Alfred laughed. "Bra, that's just not possible. Fess up now, loser."

"Oh, it's true!" Yao giggled, covering his mouth with a dainty hand. "I saw it with my own eyes."

"Hey, who want's to hear a joke?" Alfred called over his shoulder.

Feliciano bounced in his seat, laughing happily. "Yes! Yes a joke! Me!"

Ludwig rolled his eyes, and took another sip of his drink.

Alfred grinned. "Actually, never mind about the joke. I have a totally _killer _horror story that I heard a few days ago from my pal Tony-"

"NO!"Kiku interjected suddenly**. **Everyone turned their attention to him, mouths slack in shock and amusement."I-I am sorry. It is just that I have a weak heart" he explained, embarrassed about his outburst.

There was soft giggling from the corner of the living room. "I am starting to feel quite dizzy at this moment." Ivan said happily. "This is very good beer, my friend."

Ludwig laughed lightly. "It's not much- I just bought it from the local store a few days ago."

Ivan nodded his head in understanding, and closed his eyes. "Hm."

"Huh." Feliciano said softly. "Hm." he took a beer can, cracking the tab and took a small sip. His nose crinkled in distaste. "Eh, I've had better."

He continued to drink it anyway, though. For whatever reason.

There was a sudden noise from behind Ludwig, scaring him for a moment.

"Ehheh..I am feeling a bit..tispsyy.." Yao laughed, draping himself over Ludwig's shoulders with a grin. Ludwig put on a stoic face and gently pushed the inebriated man away from his personal space.

Alfred gave a nervous chuckle. "Uh, Yao, you should probably lay down before you hurt yourself. Seriously, you look trashed."

Yao gave him a sour look, happy mood officially going south. Before he could say anything, another voice cut in.

"Don' ya fuckin start with me, Alfie. I shwear to gOD." Arthur began, sounding more or less irritated and _definitely _drunk.

Alfred flipped him the bird, grinning. "I didn't even say anything to you, asshole!"

"Well, yer talking noaww! You fuckin bastard with your pretty face. I'M da older bruther. Listen to me when I'm tawkin ta ya, goddit?" Arthur snarled, drool sliding down his chin without his notice.

"Come again?" Alfred asked, laughing.

"You really should go lay down, Arthur." Francis said smoothly, approaching his friend with caution. "You are acting ridiculous. Calm down."

Arthur gave him the most acidic glare he could muster in his state. "Nooo! I don't fucking want to. You can't make me, you're not my mum-"

"Aiya! Wow, this is fuunn!" Yao laughed, tripping over himself in the middle of the room and toppled over the side of a chair. "Ivan come dance with me."

Ivan gave him a pleasant smile. "What?"

"Dance!" Yao laughed, wriggling into a sitting positsion on the floor as he cackled. "Do it!"

Ivan shook his head, smiling sweetly. "No."

Yao's shoulders drooped fractionally, and before he could properly reply to his unfortunate rejection, Francis spoke up.

"Arthur, Yao, you two seriously need to lay down. Honestly, you each only had a few drinks."

Arthur scoffed at the accusation. "I can fuckin hold my liquor, you fuckin frOG. Ugh.I thouuht you were alright but I was damn WRONG. All you care about ish your fucking FACE." He began to cry, toppling over something and falling on his face.

Francis sighed in exasperation. "Arthur. Lay down."

"Fine!" Arthur snapped, crawling over everyone's feet as he dragged himself behind the couch, never to be seen again.

Francis turned to Ludwig, as if he were going to apologize, but Ludwig raised his hand in silence.

In the middle of the room, Yao and Ivan were asleep, snoring loudly with open mouths.

"Dude, that's not right." Alfred laughed in amazement. "Wow, three down."

Kiku gave Ludwig a tired smile. "I am going to my room, now." he suppressed a yawn, looking worse for wear. "Good night."

"Good night." Ludwig responded, watching as his small friend left.

Alfred yawned, rather loudly, grabbing Ludwig's attention. "Yeah. Hey, Ludwig? I'm gonna head home." He scratched the side of his nose, stifling another yawn in hopes of getting his bearings straight.

Ludwig nodded tiredly, closing his eyes for a moment. "Okay, then... do you need money for a cab?"

"Nah, I got it covered."

"Alright, then have a safe trip home."

"Thanks, man." Alfred smiled, and stood. He grabbed his wallet and walked out the door, giving a final farewell to those who were still awake.

Ludwig sighed, glancing to where Feliciano slept soundly. He felt something stir in his chest, but he wasn't sure what.

It made him feel nervous.

"So, Ludwig..." Francis said, breaking into Ludwig's thought process. "It's just you and me."

"Yeah, I guess." Ludwig said quietly. Francis just smiled at him, friendly and suggestive.

It made Ludwig feel uncomfortable.

"So..." Francis started, "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing."

"Television?"

"No, it will wake everyone up."

"Fine, then." Francis pouted. "Do you want to talk?"

"About what, exactly?" Ludwig sighed. "I'm not really a chatty person, you know. I don't really have anything to talk about..."

"Oh, that's not true."

"And you would know me better then I know myself?" Ludwig asked, glaring. "That doesn't really add up, Francy-pants."

Francis had to laugh at that. "No, it's just that you proved my point from earlier. You're different." he said simply.

Ludwig glared at him openly now. "And how is that?"

Francis shrugged. "You just seemed pretty chatty earlier with everyone here. You didn't seem to run out of anything to talk about."

"Well, I don't have anything to talk about right now, so leave me alone." Ludwig huffed. He had to admit, even to himself, that he sounded pretty childish.

Not really the most dignified way he could present himself, but he was tired.

"Now now, no need to act so hostile~!" Francis said teased. "You wouldn't want to wake little Feli up, would you?" Ludwig froze, while Francis laughed at him. "Interesting..."

"_What?_" Germany asked, stressed out and tired of Francis' "mind games". Honestly, it was getting troublesome.

Stupid fucking frenchman and his girly hair.

"I'm serious, Francis." Ludwig sighed, rubbing his temples tiredly. "If you honestly have no intention of elaborating, then shut up. Stop taunting me, you're going to give me a stomach ulcer."

"I'm sorry, Ludwig. It's nothing." Francis laughed again.

"It's nothing."

**A/N: So, kiddies, let me know how you feel about the re-written version of What Has Always Been. I know it still sort of sucks because when I originally wrote it I was 14 and had no idea how to write plot lines. **

**Also! I may amp up the rating to M later on, considering that I'm not a huge weenie anymore.**

**I mean, I'm still a weenie. Just not a HUGE one.**

**(also if any of you read the first version of my story, you know that arthur actually does return from behind the couch.**

**he doesn't die or anything.**

**that's be fucking stupid.)**

**Review if you want. You don't have to, though.**

**xoxo**


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